Maji-Man, free fiction by Tim Eagle : Part 4, the conclusion...

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Today is Part 1 of the Maji-Man a very short story that can be read in its completion in my collection Full Shade (eBook only) buy it on godless or on Amazon, or wherever eBooks are sold. Thanks for reading, if you are enjoying the short tale, leave me a comment below, I love feedback! I hope the book lands on your TBR!

Maji-Man

Maji-Man’s hands were forced behind him by the tribe and he heard the clanking of metal locks. He was to face the same end as the Bruised Man and sent back to the Strings. He had to be stronger than the hunk of flesh that was melting under the heat of the fire. He wanted to roam endlessly outside of the chaos rippling through the world. He wanted an earthly existence. He thought of the masks which were still in his satchel. 

Orange flames provided light in the darkness of the circle. The faces of the elders were aglow as they moved to gain control, to release the Maji-Man into the strings, once again. Their tradition was to put their creation back into the salt of the earth, created by ashes, to ashes you shall return. Maji-Man’s face was obscured back in his hood and beneath his brimmed hat. His eyes squinted with concentration, his face a contortion of wrinkled flesh and meditation. The satchel opened, and one by one, the nine fleshy, arcane masks, danced in the air.

The tribe backed away, awestruck by the site of such power. Their jaws slack, their eyes bewildered and wild. Maji-Man heard the locks break as his eyes opened to the savages kneeling before him. The masks were suspended, one by one in the air. An insane laughter echoed from the Bruised Man within the ethereal. The forest was a portal and the only way Maji-Man could escape. This was how he continued to be the hunter, only this time with free will. He turned from the tribe and ambled away, each fleshy mask fell to the ground behind him.

 

The forest was dark. Above the canopy of trees the night sky was brightly lit by stars. What terrors the Maji-Man may face were unknown. What paths he would travel were endless. Death was a mystery hanging in the balance. Had he reached the point of no return? Had he become the hunted? Only Maji-Man’s passing through the gate and into a veiled, ethereal existence, would tell. His mystery and tell-tale legends will attempt to explain, but would never spin the story with facts. Maji-Man was swallowed by darkness as he disappeared into unchartered territory and into the shrouding forest before him.

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Tim Eagle

Tim Eagle is an author of the novellas Stolen Seed, Life Ship, and the Vasectomus Collection. He lives full time, on the road, with his wife, Maria and their dog, Cocoa. He grew up in Michigan and is inspired by the dysfunction of America. His books are available on Amazon, godless and this site timeaglefiction.com 

Maji-Man, free fiction by Tim Eagle